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[Community Event] The Riot War - Chapter 2 - Never Trust a Dark Lord

During the events in the throne room, Reich had a bit to think about. First was Leona, as she entered he examined what many considered to be a great warrior. However, it wasn't adoration, love, or lust in his mind. It was concern. If one attempted to delve deeply into his mind, one might even say the concern was for himself for reasons unknown. When Morello began to speak however, he relaxed. That's when the "treacherous" move was made. Reich didn't make a move as he watched the bears encircled and one even impaled. He hadn't quite expected these events, however he didn't care much for them at the same time. Obviously the armored bears had problems with the wizard that had made an appearence. So this had caused them to be detained.

Raising one arm Reich asked, "Am I alright?"

"Are you an armored bear?"

"Nope."

"Then you're fine."

The answer was what Reich expected. The deduction he had made earlier before asking the question solidified in his mind. As Msyk and Morello began to walk together, Reich followed at a distance. The two moved out onto a balcony, and Reich stopped, standing silently. A few moment's passed, obviously the two conversing, before Morello turned and headed back inside. Reich didn't expect Morello to even notice him as he walked by. At this point, Reich felt in stature like a god among insects, where as Morello was something on a different level entirely.

Hearing Msyk's giggling, Reich turned back towards him, quickly shielding any thoughts and blanking his mind. Simply shaking his head as Msyk turned around to see him there, he would realize he had a couple more things to do before conversing with the man. Turning to go, he would begin to head back to the servant's quarters.

However, we have no orders to your faction, but we will support the armored bears.

Understood and agreed upon. It is an alliance based on mutual respect of the Armored Bears. I will simultaneously reach out to the Manifest in order to ensure we can provide more materials for both our production and armament efforts.

Understood and agreed upon. It is an alliance based on mutual respect of the Armored Bears. I will simultaneously reach out to the Manifest in order to ensure we can provide more materials for both our production and armament efforts.

Ambearsador Soupcup leaned on the armrest of his throne, pondering the events that had led him to this position. His loyal advisors, Spades, Andersworth, and Blind Trooper were huddled near the door of the hall discussing their next moves. For the time, there was nothing to do but wait. The Grand Marshall of the IsC had sent word that he was leading an army to the Brotherhood’s lands. But in the meantime, Soupcup thought it best that his men simply rested and prepared. For soon, there would be no time to rest. But as Soupcup considered these things, a clamor rose up from the courtyard outside. It was far too early for the IsC to be arriving. What could possibly be causing such a stir? Spades, Andersworth, and Blind exchanged glances, then looked to Soupcup. Their eyes were wide and their faces were stretched with disbelief. They rushed outside. Soupcup rose and followed, eager to see what had surprised his advisors so.

As he rushed into the courtyard, his eyes too went wide. Then, as if by reflex, he dropped to one knee and bowed low. For there, standing at the gates to the Brotherhood’s fortress, was their leader, Lord Volibar. He had returned from his pilgrimage. A cheer rose up from the Brotherhood so great that their buildings shook and the earth rumbled.

This was a glorious day to be a bear... with armor.

IsC

"How's a man supposed to sleep with all this racket?" Baneson grumbled as he rolled out of the spare bed provided to him in the Infirmary. How Flamell was still asleep was even more baffling to him as he'd expected a soldier as well trained as he to be a lighter sleeper. Then again, a good warrior got whatever sleep he could, when he could.

"What of my brother? Any word from the Shadowed Isles?" Flamell had ask him. Baneson didn't know where his brother had gone, so he had neglected to answer. Knowing Flamell's brother, he was probably on his way to their location even as Flamell lay resting, but these were uncertain times and most of the time things rarely went as expected.

Having successfully struck up an alliance with the Brotherhood of the Armored Bear they were to set out for Parrotopia to receive their new orders, but they were constantly delayed, so he, Flamell, and the Armored Bear Spades had decided to wait until morning before setting out to arrange a meeting with Lord IronStylus.

"If the Brotherhood expects us to reach Parrotopia in any form of haste they could at least keep their enthusiasm to a dull roar," he thought to himself, chuckling at his unintended pun.

Dressing swiftly, he slipped outside to see what the commotion was all about. What awaited him was simply stunning.

All the assembled Armored Bears were gathered before the gates of the keep, either sunk down to one knee or weapons raised high in salute to the lone figure standing at the entrance, who could be none other than Volibar, leader of the Brotherhood of the Armored Bears.

"I think this changes our plans a bit." Baneson said, with no one but that shadows to hear him.

We must forge and alliance with the Nikasaur Manifest and its many White Knights!

Present them with as many cookies and as much *Kool-aid* as they require to honor us with their trust!

The Nikasaur Manifest is only dedicated to neutrality and fine art! Only the RaraRebellion can bring true freedom to Runeterra/the Forums! We must overthrow both the IsC and the NMR! If the Phreakemperor stands in our way, he too must fall! By the power of the stars!

The Nikasaur Manifest is only dedicated to neutrality and fine art! Only the RaraRebellion can bring true freedom to Runeterra/the Forums! We must overthrow both the IsC and the NMR! If the Phreakemperor stands in our way, he too must fall! By the power of the stars!

Rara Rebellion

My brother, we welcome you back. It would be wise of you to join our secret conference, as we have...things to discuss. ((rara rebellion secret conference thread here in lore))

Understood and agreed upon. It is an alliance based on mutual respect of the Armored Bears. I will simultaneously reach out to the Manifest in order to ensure we can provide more materials for both our production and armament efforts.

Ironstylus, I request that you send an emmissary at once to RiotRara, the Rebel Queen, and ask what you can do to keep her from toppling your faction! The time to plead for your existence is now!